HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

[caliginous]

Characters: Karkat Vantas (AU) and YOU
Setting: Everywhere! Specify plx
Format: First
Summary: Karkat ate chocolate.
Warnings: Coconut chocolate. There will be skeevy flirting in here, and probably some form of mind control or manipulation. Also murder. He will try and kill you when he's done. If you want a different chocolate, go ahead and specify in the subject.

[Karkat hadn't been feeling well all day.

Since he had made the mistake of getting breakfast, he hasn't been able to get the sweet taste of coconut and chocolate out of his mouth. If there was one thing Karkat hated, it was sweet foods. The taste on his tongue was making his skin crawl, making him feel much warmer than he rightfully should have felt.

Or maybe it was something else. Even the Thief of Heart wasn't quite sure what was disturbing him to the point that his fingers felt like the were tingling. The feeling was moving through his limbs as the day went on and he was strangely alert. Nerves. Had to be nerves. Considering who had just arrived in the Tower, it was no wonder really.

Either way, Karkat began to pick at his own lip with his spider-like fangs, tongue sliding across them in thought as he rounded the corner.]

Comments

[caliginous]

[Somewhere along the line, cerulean mixes with cherry mutant swill. Despite using it as an insult against his double, Karkat really doesn't seem to care about the fact that he's locking lips with an abomination to trollkind. All he knows is that he hates this fucking toolbag more than anyone he can think of. He wears his face without actually owning his face, he has a disgrace of a blood color that he's forced to be associated with, he's widely known by a good majority of his own kind to be the 'alpha' Karkat...what wasn't there to hate about this guy?

The clang of the fallen weapons reminds him of what he's supposed to be doing. Rather than bother trying to reach for them, he seeks to break the kiss without care for whether or not he tears his lip open even further. Both hands release Karkat's wrists and seek to snap themselves around his throat if he's not quick enough to catch him.

Hopefully, he is. Otherwise, he may find the life being constricted out of him very rapidly. Judging by the somewhat blank expression he's wearing, its almost as if someone had hit a switch.]

[shoosh]

[ as a self-proclaimed romantic expert, he can feel the difference between black affection and murderous intent. he can feel it in the way his windpipe folds under bluekat's hands and the lack of air already aches. aches in the way he digs his nails into his doppelgangers wrists with enough intent to leave deep gashes. less malicious than survival.

he almost gives up, goes limp, let's karkat do whatever the fuck he wants because he already has everything, but the terezi in his head tells him to stop being a wiggler and he does, kicking his mirror square in the stomach because bluh bluh, huge dick. ]

KJSDHLFSGFHK

[caliginous]

[The cerulean's breath is kicked out of him in an instant, causing him to gasp sharply and half-collapse when the other's knee comes up to incapacitate him. Karkat stumbles back briefly, but it doesn't take long for him to recover and chase again, swiping his claws blindly in an attempt to grab something, anything that he can use to throw his double to the ground. Maybe down the stairs if he's lucky.

He hasn't forgotten about those sickles either. Right now, he merely wants the other half of him to be as far away from the weapons as possible.]

winks

[shoosh]

[ fuck his sickles, he's legging it. there's another two in his room anyway, he'll survive. the great thing about being two feet tall is that he's harder to catch and it definitely works in his favor. l8ter sucker. ]